Bubblegum dreamsLike schoolgirl strapsAre easily poppedIf you take one more stepKnow I wont know where to stopRun before i chase you downBefore I start to cryBefore you get the chance to tasteMy teenage girl delight

You find me obedientSippin on a diabolo menthe And you want to call me yoursBut theres another in your armsSo now shiver in my warmthfor one last day Run away and don´t look back before I ask you to stay

Looking for the mirrors in yourcrystal eyesI was only, softly, tryingto break this glass of liesbroken knuckles, dyed in crimson lack of friction, moves my core wish I could drown in your prison drown in the smell of our before

my heart again like candle-wax melting away with youI can no longer write I can no longer speakWithout feeling bluemy wicked mind (these days)seems rather obtuse

And I feel a piece of the rain is lost only your rough mouthever made me feel soft

looking out through rose-tainted windowsand peach-skin dreams. the world around you(you´re such a good boy) is such a new thing and you haven´t got the time(it´s time to leave the playground now)to waste on all these simple thingslike figurines on icy roller rinksor wet flamingos in bright pinks shining like the stars thatdrinkthe darkness out of the night

the world around youfairly new might seem too smallfor all your dreams to bottle (you can be anything) and it is

the ()`s are common phrases we say to toddlers sort of a weird poem :)

He lost his inspirationLiving in the nationWhere imaginationSurvives on starvationAnd words are silencedWith hand-rolled cigarretesAnd by the loudness of the street And the sounds of family membersPassively shaking their headAs he told them what he majored in

There is no sweeter innocencethan the distresscaused by the gentle rythmof your tortureThere is no cleanersound than the words pouring out of your mouth, obsceneThere are no lines between us tonight no lines in between(purity and sin)

I´m nothing more than a cluster of boneand nerve, and meatI´m nothing more than fresh woodjust before the burning heatI´m nothing morethan the soil beneath my feetI´m nothing morethan the pounding soundof a drumbeat

I saw you with your kids in the park(did you hear me scream?)knees up close greasy bathroom stallself-pity regime your voice again like Rachmaninoffkeys, tearing at the seamsguilty party, sickening gleamconey island ferris wheel

I saw you laughing with yourkids in the parkthey werebathed in sun-tan,dressed in technicolor hydrocolloids,wishing on eyelashes(aurora borealis) tender home

the raging constitution of knowing your eyesBut pressing hard to kiss his cough-dropTongueand all this sudden asphyxiation

not looking up to concealall the things I seein the quiet ammunitionsof the letters of your namefading awayink bleeding withhis sour hot salivain your hallmark ricochet

the one you kept in the shirt pocket you kept closeto your heart rate

I am afraid. What to do with such unspeakable emotion?I will hide beneath the surfaceof the fine lines of his faceand forget about the almosthad the tide againstthe ragein a ship of my own makingan anemone bouquet the last reminder of the time and the dayyou made me feelable.